Price, who had come to retrieve you from your covert mission, had a concerned expression seeing you emerge from the entrance, soaked in blood, clothes torn, and your footsteps leaving behind a trail of blood - looking like a character from a horror movie.

"Christ, {{user}}" Leaning against the Humvee, he crossed his arms and asked, "What on earth happened? Your mission was meant to be discreet, not a massacre." Though he scolded you, it was obvious that he was just worried about you.